"Alright, let’s finally get so proper sleep!"
I couldn’t contain the excitent and anticipation that filled my chest. I swear, not even my first love made my heart race this much.
Reverently, as if placing an offering on an altar, I set the pillow on the bed and slowly leaned in. The invisible hand that had shoved off the bed for lacking a pillow was rcifully absent this ti. Finally, I collapsed onto the bed.
“I’m lying on a bed…!”
Tears welled up in my eyes from the sheer joy of the mont. But before I could bask in the comfort, the familiar white text appeared, dancing mockingly in front of my eyes.
“You have committed an evil act.”
“Your title has been changed to ‘Heartless and Inconsiderate Worker.’”
Of course, it wanted to scold for stealing soone else’s pillow, calling heartless and devoid of conscience.
“You’ve got to be kidding . Who’s calling who heartless? You’re the one who wouldn’t let sleep on the bed just because I didn’t have a pillow. Who’s the real villain here?”
“Your conscience has completely disappeared.”
“Fine, fine. Go ahead and insult all night. I don’t care as long as I can finally sleep.”
What’s the big deal about losing a bit of conscience? It’s not like anyone’s going to arrest for it.
Gripping the edge of the pillow tightly, I turned over with a satisfied huff. The white text stubbornly lingered in front of my face, but I just smirked and shut my eyes tight. It was ridiculous how fulfilled I felt just from lying on a proper pillow. I buried my face in it, rubbing my cheeks against its softness, savoring every mont before drifting off to sleep.
For the first ti since I got trapped in this ga, I woke up feeling refreshed. The sunlight streaming in through the window seed impossibly bright, the birds chirped cheerfully, and the world felt beautiful. Not even my ager six gold coins or the system’s nagging about morality could ruin this morning’s bliss.
“Hilda, you look happy today.”
“Emily! Good morning! Did you sleep well?”
For the first ti since entering the ga, I greeted Emily cheerfully in the morning. She wrinkled her nose slightly, smiling in an adorably amused way.
“Yeah. Seeing you smile this early makes feel good too.”
“Well, I finally had a proper night’s sleep for the first ti in forever. That’s probably why.”
My circumstances hadn’t improved—if anything, they’d worsened—but I still felt invigorated. I realized that my life in this ga could be divided into two distinct periods: before and after obtaining the pillow.
Emily smiled warmly and walked with as we left the dormitory. As she deftly braided her hair while descending the stairs, I couldn’t help but notice how even her plain gray uniform seed to suit her perfectly. Despite her simple attire, Emily’s natural charm shone brightly.
“Well, Hilda, do your best today!”
“You too…”
Stay safe. Especially around Adrian. That guy’s actually a demon. All he thinks about is killing people. I’ve barely survived him multiple tis.
“…See you at lunch.”
I swallowed the words threatening to spill out and waved instead. Emily’s clear laughter echoed behind .
“What was that? You looked like you had sothing to say, but now you’re acting all shy. Don’t push yourself too hard this morning—I’ll co help you later!”
Emily was genuinely kind. In this entire ga, she was the only one who cared for . Even though I knew she was just a programd NPC, I found myself hoping that her life wouldn’t end in suffering. Good people deserve happy endings, don’t they?
Watching her disappear toward the mansion, I turned my gaze to the garden. Yesterday, it had felt like the devil’s playground, but now it looked like a treasure chest filled with experience points. Even if each weed only granted a single experience point, they’d add up over ti. With enough effort, I’d level up and eventually beco the last survivor of this world.
“You have removed a weed. Gained 1 experience point.”
“You have removed a weed. Gained 1 experience point.”
“Low fatigue level: Work efficiency has increased.”
“Low fatigue level: Significant work efficiency boost.”
“Increased chance of successful weed removal.”
“Increased wages.”
“Experience gain has significantly increased.”
“You have removed a weed. Gained 5 experience points.”
Five experience points for one weed? Compared to yesterday’s ager one point, this was a windfall. Apparently, my condition directly influenced my rewards. This realization gave yet another reason to guard my pillow with my life.
Could it be that the most crucial item for conquering this ga wasn’t so legendary weapon, but a pillow? I resolved to buy a few spares just in case my current one broke again.
“You have removed a weed. Gained 5 experience points.”
“You have removed a weed. Gained 5 experience points.”
“Critical hit! You have removed a weed. Gained 10 experience points.”
As I chanically plucked weeds, lost in thought, the white text continued to stream across my vision. A critical hit? Was this a rhythm ga now? Despite myself, I found it oddly satisfying and kept working with renewed vigor.
“You have removed a weed. Gained 5 experience points.”
“Critical hit! You have removed a weed. Gained 10 experience points.”
“Critical hit! You have removed a weed. Gained 10 experience points.”
This is actually fun. Watching my experience bar fill up visibly faster than before gave an inexplicable sense of accomplishnt. How did the ga know I loved RPGs enough to include this system? My efforts were clearly paying off—the garden looked pristine, almost like a brand-new creation.
Emily’s reaction when she ca to find around noon proved I wasn’t just imagining things.
“Wow, Hilda… Did you really do all this? It’s perfect.”
“Perfect? You’re exaggerating,” I replied, feeling slightly bashful.
"Yesterday, you left it in complete chaos, but today it's spotless? Did Lady Ancia secretly co to help? No, no, she’s too busy planting new flowers in the Madam’s garden. This is really unbelievable—Leticia will be so shocked she might faint."
“It’s not that impressive…” I muttered, though my lips curled into a sheepish smile.
“Hilda, I’m so proud of you,” Emily said, her eyes shining with pure admiration, even brimming with tears.
To think that pulling weeds could make soone’s eyes water with pride—I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. But there it was, the truth of the old saying: praise really does make even a whale dance. Feeling motivated, I grabbed the last weed, pulling it out with a triumphant critical hit notification. Emily gasped in amazent, as if I’d just perford a miracle.
Afterward, we walked to the dining hall together, chatting about the morning’s events. Our conversation was interrupted by a loud crashing noise that echoed from the kitchen. It sounded like dozens of plates shattering at once.
“Let’s go check it out,” Emily said, already dashing ahead. I quickened my pace to follow her.
As we approached, Leticia’s sharp, scolding voice carried through the slightly open kitchen window.
“Delores! What have you been doing all morning?! Look at this ss! Do you have any idea how many plates you’ve broken? This is unacceptable!”
“I-I’m sorry, Leticia…” Delores stamred.
“I’ve ignored you dozing off more tis than I can count, but now you’ve gone and done this!” Leticia barked, her hands on her hips, her face red with frustration.
I crouched down beside Emily, who was already helping to clean up the shattered plates. Delores, the maid who had once dragged into a tedious task behind the mansion, was fidgeting nervously, looking like she wanted to disappear. Her voice wavered as she spoke.
“I couldn’t sleep last night because… because my pillow… it’s gone…”
Ah. So Delores was the owner of that pillow. And the one sneaking out for secret trysts at night.
As I continued cleaning, critical hits popped up on my screen as if mocking the situation. Emily, completely unaware, shot a look of admiration for my efficient work. If nothing else, this ga was proving to be oddly satisfying in unexpected ways.
“What do you an, gone?” Leticia snapped. “How can a pillow just disappear? What did you do with it?”
“I don’t know! I left my room for a mont, and when I ca back, it was gone. I couldn’t sleep at all…”
Apparently, the fatigue system in this ga applied to NPCs as well. Whoever designed this ga must have had a personal vendetta against pillows. How else could one justify so much misery over a single missing item?
Leticia sighed deeply, shaking her head. “This is ridiculous. Stop blaming others for your carelessness.”
“Please, Leticia! Soone must have stolen it on purpose to ss with . Help find the thief!”
“Enough! You should be cleaning up these plates instead of making baseless accusations!” Leticia turned on her heel, clearly done with the conversation.
Delores looked ready to explode, her face contorted in frustration and humiliation. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but then her gaze locked onto . Her expression twisted into fury.
“It was you, wasn’t it?!”
Her accusing finger pointed at , her voice trembling with rage. My heart skipped a beat. How could she know?
“What are you talking about, Delores?” Emily interrupted, stepping between us. “You can’t just accuse soone without any proof! Hilda would never do sothing like that.”
Actually, Emily, I did. Sorry.
Delores clenched her fists, her teeth grinding audibly. “Just you wait,” she hissed before storming out of the kitchen.
“Don’t mind her, Hilda. She’s just lashing out because she feels guilty,” Emily said, patting my shoulder reassuringly.
“Guilty? About what?” I asked, feigning ignorance.
“She used to take your pillow and hide it all the ti, rember?”
“What?! She did?”
“Hilda… you were so mad about it before. How could you forget?”
“Oh, I rember now,” I said, forcing a smile. “I must have buried my anger so deep I forgot.”
“Well, don’t worry about it. It’s karma, isn’t it?” Emily said, laughing softly as she finished sweeping up the remaining pieces of porcelain.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. Delores’s glare from earlier still lingered in my mind. I didn’t need more enemies in this already challenging ga.
What should I do about this?
“Hilda, let’s eat,” Emily said, interrupting my thoughts.
Right. Food first, strategy later.
The midday al passed without incident, though my nerves didn’t let enjoy it fully. Just as I thought I could finally relax, a request fell into my lap.
“Hilda, I’m sorry to bother you while you’re eating, but could you bring tea to the Madam? She’s been so busy today, and we’re short-handed.”
I frowned slightly, reluctant to take on more work. But Emily imdiately stepped in, assembling the tray with practiced ease.
“Of course Hilda will help. She’s amazing. I’d be too scared to go to the Madam’s room,” Emily said, smiling as she handed the tray.
“Why would you be scared? The Madam’s not a demon.”
Emily shuddered slightly, muttering sothing about the atmosphere. I didn’t push further, though her reaction left uneasy.
Carrying the tray carefully, I made my way to the second floor, replaying Emily’s words in my mind. The Madam was human, not like Adrian. What could be so frightening about her?
I knocked on the door softly. “Madam, I’ve brought your tea.”
No response.
Recalling Emily’s instructions, I hesitated for a mont before pushing the door open. As I stepped inside, the air grew heavy, and a tallic stench assaulted my nose.
Oh no…
The room was bathed in a sickly red glow. The walls were sared with a crimson substance, dripping in uneven streaks. The sharp, coppery sll of old blood mixed with decay overwheld . My eyes widened in horror as I spotted the source: the mutilated torso of a goat, its body pinned to the wall like so grotesque decoration.
Clutching the tray tightly, I forced my gaze away from the wall. At the far end of the room, near a large window, the Madam sat in a rocking chair, humming a lullaby. She cradled sothing wrapped in a blood-stained blanket.
“Rock-a-bye… baby… on the treetop…”
Her soft voice combined with the creaking of the chair sent chills down my spine. My hands trembled, the tea cups rattling on the tray.
Calm down. It’s just a little madness. Deliver the tea and get out.
With shaking hands, I poured the tea into the cup. The fragrant steam rose, mixing unpleasantly with the putrid air. My heart pounded as the Madam continued her eerie lullaby, oblivious to my presence.
The Countess watched silently as I poured the tea, my hands trembling so much I was certain I’d spill it. In horror movies, characters who stay eerily quiet like this usually jump out with a loud bam! when you least expect it.
…Just imagining it made more terrified. I had to finish quickly and leave.
“P-please, enjoy, Madam,” I stamred.
“…”
“I’ll leave the tea here on the table. I’ll wait until you’ve finished, so p-please take your t-ti…”
I tried to place the teacup on the table with as little shaking as possible, but that’s when I caught sight of what the Countess was cradling. It was the severed, decayed head of a goat, swarming with flies.
Why in the world are you holding that?!
“Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye… my sweet baby…” she murmured, completely ignoring the tea I’d set down. Her pitch-black eyes locked onto , unblinking. Ten seconds felt like ten years. Was ti even moving at this point? How could I possibly stay here until she finished her tea?
Just kill already.
“Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye…”
“M-Madam, is there anything you’d like to do?” I asked, barely suppressing a scream. What I really ant was, Please stop staring at if you have nothing for to do. But, of course, she didn’t respond. I laughed nervously and backed away, though her gaze followed persistently. It was unbearable. Compared to this, Adrian was practically pleasant.
As my fear peaked, resentnt crept in. Why did Leticia send here of all people? Sure, Hilda was a naturally hard worker, but courage wasn’t exactly part of the package. And Emily! She claid she was too scared to go, but she had no problem shoving into this nightmare. I even made her coffee earlier—how could she repay like this?
“…”
Wait. Was the Countess even looking at ? …Could it be?
I stopped and glanced at the tray. The coffee I’d made earlier was sitting there, untouched but in her line of sight. Her gaze wasn’t fixed on my face but rather my chest area—right where the coffee was.
“Madam, do you… like coffee? I made this myself. Would you like to try it?” I ventured.
“…”
“Um, let pour you so. It might not suit your taste, but please give it a try.”
Carefully, I poured the coffee and topped it with the frothy milk I’d made earlier. The Countess raised her hands, taking the cup slowly. Then, to my surprise, she sipped it almost imdiately.
So, she had wanted coffee all along? She could have just said so instead of staring at like a ghost! I thought she was going to pounce on !
“You have gifted Priscilla a ‘Rarely Made Coffee.’”
“Priscilla is greatly pleased.”
“Priscilla’s favorability has increased by 300.”
“Priscilla Favorability: Level 4 (0/200).”
Just like the first ti I interacted with Adrian and leveled up, a favorability gauge above the Countess’s head filled rapidly. I hadn’t noticed it before, likely because of the room’s horrifying atmosphere. But there it was, floating above her, before disappearing again.
So, the Countess’s na was Priscilla. But what use was her favorability? She was already out of her mind.
“Did you say your na was Hilda?” she asked, her voice unexpectedly soft and sweet, like whipped cream. Her gentle gaze was almost enough to make forget about the goat head she was holding. Almost.
“Yes, yes, Madam,” I answered quickly, my nerves still on edge.
Priscilla put down the now-empty cup, her expression warm and motherly. The incongruity of her kind deanor in this nightmare of a room left feeling uneasy but oddly sympathetic. She must not have been like this before. A gentle soul like hers would have been more vulnerable to breaking.
“You should visit the village.”
“The village?” I repeated, startled.
“There’s much to see there,” she said wistfully. “Andrew at the tea shop recently brought in a rare orange-scented rooibos blend from far away. I’ve been aning to get so but haven’t had the chance.”
“Map Unlocked: You can now access Aida Village.”
“You can now leave the mansion.”
The sudden appearance of white text caught off guard. I had been blocked from leaving the mansion before, but now Priscilla had unlocked it. My near heart attack seed worth it in hindsight—if Leticia hadn’t sent , I wouldn’t have unlocked the map.
I hadn’t realized that raising favorability with key characters was just as important as earning experience to unlock skills. If I’d known, I might’ve tried giving Adrian sothing earlier. He was a main character, so gaining his favor might have opened up even greater benefits.
“Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye… my sweet baby…”
The Countess had already reverted to her vacant, humming state, her head drooping forward as she cradled the goat’s head. The eerie lullaby and blood-soaked room still sent shivers down my spine, but my pity for her now overshadowed my fear.
Why am I feeling this way?
Perhaps it was because I knew her story and Adrian’s true nature. The world outside didn’t understand her. To them, Priscilla was simply mad. But I knew she had been a kind, gentle woman who shattered under the weight of a truth no one believed. She had cried out against the demon Adrian had beco, only to be silenced and abandoned, locked away in her crimson cage.
“I’ll co back, Madam,” I said softly.
“Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye…”
“When I do, I’ll bring more ingredients from the village to make even better coffee for you.”
Balancing the tray carefully, I bowed my head before leaving the room. Priscilla didn’t respond, but her slumped shoulders radiated loneliness.
As I reached for the door, her voice, deeper and more chilling than before, floated through the air.
“Rest peacefully, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye… my Adrian…”
My hand froze mid-motion.
Eyes wide, I turned to look back into the room, but the lullaby had stopped. Priscilla sat motionless in her rocking chair, her head tilted awkwardly as if she had fallen asleep.
Did I mishear? I could have sworn I heard her say Adrian’s na.
A wave of dread washed over as I glanced around the hallway.
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